"She's scared," Aurora replied simply, glancing at her sister. "And I think you are too."
Olivia stopped pacing, her back stiffening. "I'm not scared," she said, though her voice lacked its usual bite.
Aurora gave her a knowing look. "Yes, you are. We all are. But we're handling it differently."
A tense silence stretched between them, Olivia's face unreadable as she stared at the desk, her fingers tightening into a fist. Finally, she scoffed, shaking her head. "You sound way too wise for a thirteen-year-old."
Aurora offered a small smile. "Almost fourteen."
Olivia snorted softly, though there was no real humor in it. She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling in frustration.
"Fine. Maybe you have a point. But that doesn't excuse the way she acted tonight."
"I never said it did," Aurora replied. "But maybe instead of fighting her, we should try listening."
Olivia hesitated, then scoffed again, this time with less conviction.